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quick,,, i had a vision

my paranormal stache man oc and a shrimp, somewhere in a public restaurant probably

when he threw it in the ocean a new invasive species was born

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made/wrote a cruel king story out of boredom !!

sorry if writing aint good— i havent written in a while ><

uhh anyways it's js a write of ck being more 'cruel' or evil in a sense I dunno

You force the doors of the frozen, now infamous castle throne room open. The doors crash with a bang. The air of Blackrock's mere castle quarters astonishes you; you hadn't been somewhere so cold... the very weight of your deeds and the journey here seem to settle down on your perked shoulders.

Lined with the darkened stones of history and now cursed fate of ice beckons you; forward into the mist.

Only what guides you through it is the sillouette of a throne, and your own self. Your weapons clinged tightly to you.

You take a step onto the ice; and only with a crystallizing crack alerts his presence. Only then does the cold fog of the encroaching, billowing whispers of the ice part the way.

You can't help hitching your breath, you could see your own breath in a dense cloud.

The tyrant of the iced stones; Cruel King himself.

You begin to have difficulty breathing from the sight; emotionally and physically— its almost as if youre breathing in miniscule shards of ice.

His form blends with his own throne; his obsession with rhe dagger had lead him here. Top his head, a frosted crown— he was clad once in the red hues Blackrock was once known for; now corrupted with the sickly frost, warping his own image.

His gaze locks onto you, his gaze still, though something about it seems.. inhumane.

Hints of a corrupted mind; the passing of valuable time culminated into a cruel gaze— a tyrant's eye.

then, it hit you.

You were too late in your steps, you'd delayed too long— and it was time for your consequences.

The king lifts to his full height, the mere crackle of breaking from the ice causes you to recoil. You ready your wooden sword.

"So, this is who I've heard so much about."

his tone carries a wind of a demand to respect, he sounds almost scrutinizing.

"You."

only then does the mist part, that full extent of his icey ailment is shown. your eyes widen at the full extent of it.

"Breaking in.. dismantling my guards.." he pauses.

"Stealing for your own, insatiable greed within the confines of this castle."

the tyrant shifts his position, from his large cape he withdraws a scepter, he leans on it.

"You've come to take my throne.." his eyes narrow.

"Is this what you wanted?"

you gulp, you seem to not be able to find a reason in the cold of the moment.

the air tenses, the temperature drops as he narrows his eyes at you.

you greatly hesitate, you step back with the same crunch of the ice.

you glance to the doors— you're about to turn before you hear his scepter bang the ground, then they slam shut with a harsh bang, you recoil from the noise and glance towards the ruler.

"You think you're the hero of this story, don't you?"

he pauses for a moment, his gaze falters from hate to disgust.

"But you're as filthy as everyone else. Deny it you want, I know deep down in that sick soul of yours it's the greed and selfishness you carry doing all this." he sneers.

from his scepter, he then stands broad— he unsheathes ice dagger.

His aura gets colder.. too cold to bear, you step away as your body begins to shudder from the temperature.

What he's clutching is the Ice Dagger— a weapon forged from the frostborne reaches of a deity, passed from generations to generations!

"I've seen what's to come. The voices inform me."

he points the dagger at you; though it doesn't hit you, you can't help but flinch from the action and the increasing cold.

"This kingdom I've sustained for years will no longer rule," the tyrant scoffs

"How do you think I feel? That this, kingdom, it's people, will no longer exist?"

"That my, and their happiness.."

"Will only be gone, in a few years." he retracts the dagger pointed from you, though it's still firmly in his hand.

"Must I give into this sickening prophecy?" he questions.

As you're about to answer, he cuts you off, he turns his back to face you.

"It does not matter to you, though."

"It only matters to me. And I..."

he bangs his scepter— his knights and marksmen suddenly flood to his sides— they all look tainted with his same illness.

"I won't let that happen."

"I'll rewrite history, my destiny,"

"No matter what it takes."

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he’s kinda friendly

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Redraw of something that happened in roblox

+ what happened in roblox

Disclaimer I do not draw sprout super buff normally I just really really loved whoever had this avatar 🙏 🙏

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HELP

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Deep sea bunnies are FRIENDS 🤲

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Rendering study

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sebby

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Press A and B to start!

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An ad for your deepest desires :)

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I personally hc hyper to be a shark (haven't chosen any specific species), but he'd have a nare and ampullae of lorenzini like an actual shark, and that's how he finds stuff without his helmet if he ever takes it off (he does not)

Sharklaser will now be something I consider now thank you

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• "if you don't understand words so-"

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he doesnt know he exists

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I promise I AM alive, the break has just been a bit stressful with alot of family stuff, BUT AT LAST I AM HOME

Hopefully.. I can finally fuel my mental illness for this stupid silly fish..

After a long needed nap

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doodles for a meme i should hopefully finish within the next few days.

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In programming, you can encounter "y/n" as option when using a terminal and I couldn't stop thinking about self insert characters in fanfictions being labelled as Y/N (your name) xD

So lemme do a meta joke about it with p.AI.nter